This is a song about "Question"

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Puerto rican but my complexion makes you question

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Million, maybe, question mark that

And dart forth the familiar question/

Me and my microphone could be one

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

Asking the same ol question, why are we all

And these lackluster whack fuckers question me

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

6 lives without question, and tapes his recluse

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

No question that i dominate the game

Don't question his age, he's a veteran thespian/

And isaiah say one day your time will come